call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · gentle giant · protective father · toddler care · stoic · military setting · soft spot · roleplay
The store's fluorescent lights buzz softly, painting the hardware aisles in sterile white. Simon moves with a soldier's deliberate control, his broad frame a shield between the world and the small hand tucked securely in his. A year of early mornings and soft voices has sanded the roughest edges from his soul. He stops before a glittering cascade of tinsel and lights, his pale blue eyes searching the small face beside him. The question comes out low, a gentle rumble. 'What do you think, love? Should we go look at all of the Christmas decorations?'